There’s an aphorism that says “with death comes experience.” I always
believed that was just metaphysical bullshit put forth to convince
people to look over the horizon for life beyond the veil. I was wrong.
Now, with more sad experience, I understand that it’s not about
individuals, but the death you confront throughout your life.
Crowded House has confronted that experience and put out … not their
best, but their most mature and beautiful work, Time on Earth. Except
for a few misguided choices in production and a couple of songs that
should have been held over for a future release, they prove how potent
pop music can be, and how gracefully a group’s sound can age.